Chronos Apathetic

Staring at the clock,
One can see
how easy
it can be
to get lost
within its
Grey Temptation,

dwelling on pasts;
slipping past presents,
shot into the future without say.

Staring in its Face,
You can say
all you want -
those words unspoken
fall on apathetic Time.

Time,
that Time
can pull you in
and spit you out
without care
because you are just
One More in a universe
where It can go on
without us.

Staring in its Eye,
its hands cross
Wildly; a Dance;
a Shaman Ritual
that can age You.

Casting a spell
of Forget.
To rush
and be caught
within the Day's tasks.
Never to look back
and stare at each hand
ticking slowly,
tocking annoy'edly.

Wafting a sound
so completely memorable,
the mere hint of it,
and the Mind tunes it out.

Wafting an aura,
that once heard,
leaves strands of hair
stranded upon desolate ground.
Torn from frustration,
the stress of the hands
of the ticktock close deep
around the neck.

Inevitable ticks!
I hold
such Clockmaker envy:
For they lay immune
to that which we fall asunder to.